Belle was no fighter. She would say she was, say she could defend herself, but really? When it came to physical fights, she probably would be unable to hold her own. Verbal spars, calling people out, research and organizing? She could do that. She did it regularly with those who challenged her. Helped her father when she could, which was where organizing came in handy. Otherwise they would never find anything in their tiny home. A home that... was no where near where they were. She didn't know about America. Or the United States.
"....No, they do not...."
Okay. So, she was very far from home.
"Are they part of the New World?" She had heard rumor of a new world being discovered, talk but it wasn't as if word travelled around with ease. So while Belle was an avid reader, she could still only read what was available to her and it was easier to get news when she was visiting Paris.
"Emma.. it is nice to meet you. I am Belle..." Hearing the question, the brunette paused, "Salon-de-Provence.. though I was originally born in Paris before my father and I moved there..." Assuming Emma would know of the location. As far as she knew, Salon was a dull town of no means. Though time could change things. The clothing the blond was wearing was definitely unusual, at least to Belle. Perhaps it was just a thing of this place.
The offer of being able to explain things caused Belle to quirk a brow but she shrugged it off. Apparently this sort of thing was normal?
"How did I get here... one minute I was... lost in the woods and now I am here." Best not to mention running away from a palace with a Beast and getting chased by wolves. The wolves would be easier to explain, but still.